Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields;
on一on一 and out of sight.
Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror drifted away ...
O, but Everyone was a bird;
and the song was wordless;
the singing will never be done.